A/N: Second part. I couldn't bear to not post it. Here it is. Enjoy:
My Fire, My Love: Part 2
It was a little before dinner, and most of the Gryffindors, including Ron, Harry, and Hermione were in the common room, relaxing. Hermione and Ron were playing "Let's see how long we can go without oxygen." Harry was just sitting, trying to think of a way to get Ron to stay with 'Mione so he could see Draco that night. He glanced at his friends and smiled to himself, then sighed and went upstairs to retrieve his Invisibility Cloak, which he tucked into his robes. When he came back downstairs, everyone was leaving for dinner. Harry pulled Ron aside, telling Hermione they'd be down in a second.
"Ron, erm, this is kind of a weird request, but will you stay in 'Mione's dorm tonight?" Ron gave him an odd look.
"Why?" Harry squirmed.
"I'd rather not say."
"Well, okay, but how…" said Ron dubiously.
"I dunno, just fall asleep in there or something, or ask her, I'm sure she won't mind." Harry said slyly. Ron blushed.
"All right. I'll ask her. As a favor."
"Uh huh. I'm *sure* that's your *only* motivation." Laughing, the boys went off to dinner.
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Dinner was uneventful, except for the fact that Ron and Hermione kept sneaking kisses between courses, and feeding each other. As the meal wrapped up, Harry got up and told his friends he'd see them later. Ron was busy whispering something to his new girlfriend; she blushed and exclaimed "Ron!" in an outraged voice, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
"Bye, Harry!" she called after him as he walked towards the dungeons. He arrived before Draco, and soon heard his lover's footsteps approaching "their" corridor. As he turned the corner, Harry threw himself at the boy, exuberantly gleeful and giggling delightedly.
"Hey!" he said happily, his arms around Draco's neck,
"Hey." The gray-eyed boy said, amused.
"It worked." Draco's eyes lit up.
"So I can…?"
"Yeah." said Harry, still laughing, though this time in anticipation. "The password is 'Sphinx'. Here's my Invisibility Cloak. If you come around 10:30, then everyone should be asleep, gone, or in the case of Dean and Seamus, busy."
"All right. I'll be there." He pulled Harry into a lingering kiss before whispering, "See you tonight." in what Harry thought was an incredibly sexy voice, sending shivers running down his spine. Draco left. Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room where an interesting sight met his eyes. Ron was sitting in one of the big, cushy armchairs that populated the common room. Hermione was sitting in his lap, giggling, her feet dangling over the arm of the chair. Ron had his arms around her and was talking quietly to her. The other occupants of the room were watching them discreetly; some annoyed, but most were hiding smiles at the antics of the new couple. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw Harry. She slid off Ron's lap and pulled him into a corner.
"Ron told me what you asked." She gave him a curious look. "I said it was okay with me if he just slept over, none of that, uh, other stuff." She blushed.
"Thanks Hermione, you're the best!" Harry proclaimed gratefully, giving her a big hug.
"I sure hope you know whatever it is you're doing, Harry." she said doubtfully as she walked back to Ron. For the rest of the evening, Harry relaxed and played chess with Ron, watching Hermione as she whispered hints and suggested moves to the redhead as he swatted at her, determined to win by himself. Harry found it very endearing. At 10:00, Hermione and Ron went up to her dorm. Most of the other Gryffindors had left for bed already. The twins, Fred and George, who were usually downstairs the latest, came over to where Harry was sitting. Fred winked at him.
"So." George said casually. "Who is it?"
"Huh?" Harry asked, confused.
"Well, you're obviously waiting for someone, I was just wondering who. It can't be a Gryffindor. Maybe a Ravenclaw?"
"Really, I'm not waiting for-" George cut him off.
"C'mon, tell us who the lucky guy is!"
"What?!" Harry exclaimed, leaping to his feet. Fred elbowed his brother and muttered,
"Real subtle, George." Fred rolled his eyes at his brother's innocent "What?" He turned to Harry. "Listen, Harry, jeez, don't look so worried! We figured it had to be a guy, otherwise you wouldn't be so secretive about it. So chill out, okay?"
"Yeah, and tell us who he is!" interjected George eagerly.
"Uh… I'd rather not." Harry swallowed. Great. Just great.
"But it is a guy, right Harry?" asked Fred. Harry nodded dumbly. "It's not a big deal, really, you know. A lot of people at Hogwarts aren't straight. You already know about Seamus and Dean, right? And I'm pretty sure you know about our brother and Neville." At this, George made a face. "And me n' George have occasionally seen guys."
"Okay." Harry said cautiously.
"We just wanted to tell you not to worry."
"Yeah, we kinda felt obliged to explain some things to you."
"So if you ever need, heh, information on anything, you can come to us, okay?"
"Thanks." Harry said. "But you won't-"
"No of course we won't tell anyone. Don't worry about it. And, Harry, enjoy your night." Harry smiled weakly as the twins went off to bed. He felt a bit sick. He sat back down. Watching the seconds tick slowly by on the big clock over the fireplace calmed him down a bit. At 10:15, Harry went up to his room that he shared with four others. It looked empty at first, he glanced around for his two remaining roommates; then heard a muffled noise and saw the curtains jerk around Seamus' bed. They were pulled back and a very sweaty Dean poked his head out into the room.
"Hey, Harry, we're gonna put up a silencing spell around the bed, okay? Will you tell Ron when he comes in?" Harry smiled.
"Sure, but I don't think he'll be back here tonight." Dean looked a little shocked at this bit of news.
"So Ron found…?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah. Hermione." Harry heard a barely audible. "Damn!"
"I think Seamus is disappointed that Ron's straight." remarked Dean dryly. Harry snorted.
"Aren't we all? Well, say hey to Seamus and have a good night." Dean looked at him speculatively for a moment, then,
"Mmf, in a second, Seamus! Jeez. 'Night, Harry. Silencio!" he said, and then Dean disappeared as a sex-deprived Seamus yanked the curtains back into place. The ebony-haired boy opened his own curtains and flopped onto his bed. The full moon illuminated the now silent room, the light splashing iridescent patterns on the walls and floor. Harry was reminded of his lover's lustrous hair. He closed his eyes, his imagination taking him to the very pleasurable near future.
He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, a cold hand had been clamped over his mouth. He awoke with a start and tried to get up, but his left hand was restrained. He looked up, and saw that he was chained to the bedpost. As he watched, another manacle appeared from nowhere and Harry's other wrist was shackled to the headboard. He struggled against his bonds, unconsciously panicking a little. They were made of a very light but strong alloy. He couldn't get free. The pressure was removed from Harry's mouth suddenly, and Draco emerged from nothingness. He draped Harry's Invisibility Cloak over one of the bedposts.
"Draco, what-"
"Shhh." Draco's hand descended onto his mouth again, cutting him off. Harry watched him, his green eyes widening as Draco undressed himself one-handed. Then he was skillfully removing Harry's robes fervently. He climbed onto the imprisoned boy, straddling him. He leaned forward and whispered wickedly, "You gave me an invisibility cloak. I couldn't resist." His tongue reached out and played with the lobe of his ear, then kissed his way along Harry's temple. He pulled away his hand from Harry's mouth and pressed his lips against his warm ones in a chaste kiss. He removed Harry's glasses and set them gently on the nightstand. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly. Harry looked at him with nothing but love and faith shining in his eerily ethereal emerald eyes. His lover nodded. Draco crushed his lips with a bloodthirsty kiss, drinking in deeply, exploring the abyss of Harry's mouth as if it was a precious, exotic fruit. He pulled away and made his way down Harry's chest, leaving him breathless, gasping and moaning.
"Close the curtains." he rasped. Draco complied and went back to satisfying his pliant lover, who spread his bound body in complete submission. Draco snarled primitively and accepted his acquiescence. Instincts took over, and both boys molded together gloriously, each touch bringing cries of ecstasy. Blood pulsing, in, out, in, until it was one continuous stream of joy and delight, pressure building and building, until they both exploded in one climatic moment. Draco clamped his hand over Harry's mouth as the boy screamed, Draco himself shouting the other's name. Draco collapsed on his lover, their chests heaving. Harry struggled weakly against his bonds.
"Draco, my fire, my love, please..." he choked out.
"Oh, right." Draco reached up and freed Harry. He immediately slid out from under Draco with his remaining strength and snuggled against him. Draco curled around him, his hands lightly caressing Harry's side. He pressed his lips to the sweaty dark hair, then pulled the covers up. He nestled his chin in the curve of Harry's neck and sighed contentedly.
"Hee. That tickles." murmured Harry.
"How many does this make?" inquired Draco sleepily.
"Seven." Harry answered. "Unless you count that time in the Potions supply closet." Draco smiled. That had been a dare. He hadn't expected Harry to do it, but had been pleasantly surprised.
"This time was the best."
"Mm-hmm." Harry agreed. After a while, something occurred to the raven-haired boy. "Shouldn't you go? I don't want you to, but-"
"Way ahead of you. Brought another robe. I'll just get up early tomorrow morning."
"Good. I'm sure glad Dean put up that silencing spell."
"We were pretty loud, weren't we?"
"Yeah. Goodnight, my fire."
"'Night, love."
In different fourpost bed in that room, two other sweaty bodies were tangled in an embrace. The passion was over and now they were relaxing in each other's arms.
"No shit they were loud." whispered Seamus indignantly. "Just listening to them almost made us have another go!"
"Shhh, silly." Dean whispered. "They'll hear you. I can't believe it-- Harry and Draco Malfoy. Ooooh, that boy is lucky, Draco has got a gorgeous body." Dean said, half to himself.
"Heh. I know. Hey, this means Harry isn't totally out of my league then, like Ron. Oh yeah!" Seamus said excitedly. Dean rolled his eyes and whacked him with a pillow.
"Shut up." he said, and surprisingly, Seamus quieted down, and all four boys drifted off to sleep.
So, more? I've got a lot of ideas. I may explore Seamus and Dean's relationship a bit more, or maybe what Ron and Hermione did. I'm kind of tempted to do that little scene in the supply closet. hee hee. How was the sex scene? I didn't want to get too graphic. Please review, tell me what you think, I really want to know! And thank you to those who have already reviewed!
~RainShadow
P.S. Does anyone else have a hard time coming up with new ways to describe Harry's eyes?